Pretty – #SoCS

He loved her secretly. She was the prettiest girl he’d ever met. Beautiful inside and out. But he had no choice; he couldn’t tell her, or anyone else. His step-mother would be against the match. And no wonder. For she was the daughter of his step-mother’s brother. Almost his cousin, but not quite.

One day, they’d run away together, he thought. When they were older. Maybe when they were teenagers.


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the light

there is a light inside
but not one i’d wish upon
humankind’s most hideous enemy
for it lives already inside of him

but he is not me
i am but a simple seed inside
a grown man’s body, my heart is a
dry husk, hollowed out by one who should have sacrificed

himself but instead betrayed,
with a soul diseased, rotten, calloused
yet hurting; afraid of who he might be to
the one whose light he held in his hand and breathed upon it and

left unable to love
with his brittle heart
susceptible to flame
and spark